Stuck With Carlos

I'm Stuck With Carlos Remerez

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Prologue:

You could say that my life was perfect. I was head cheerleader. Blessed by being born into a rich family. I was lead in the race to become the school's Valedictorian. Pretty and blonde. The life of Jessica Laurens appeared to be perfect.

And it was up until I went to a party.

In true high school fashion, after a winning defeat over our enemies in our Homecoming game, there was a party. TJ always knew how to throw the best parties, ergo he was the one everyone went to. His parents were always away on business trips so it was the ideal location.

I made sure to dress for the occasion. My short white dress clung to my body in all the right ways. I had pulled my long blonde hair into a pony tail, curling it to where it cascaded down my back. With a pair of heels, I went from being 5'4 to 5'6. That two inches at least made me eye level with most people.

“You look amazing!” TJ greets me as soon as I enter the party.

I give him a hug. “Great game!”

TJ was not only our party guy, but also our quarter back. Off the field he's a class clown. When you get him on the field though, you have one hell of a player.

“Thanks. I knew I had to play my best when you were cheering for me.” he winked.

I giggled. “You say that to all the cheerleaders.”

It was true too. It was no secret that TJ liked to play the field. Most of the cheerleaders had fallen for him. A few have even succeeded in sleeping with him. Unlike them, I have no plans of sleeping with TJ. He's too good of a friend to cross that boundary.

For a while I went off to enjoy the loud music that was playing. I danced with a few guys, never the same one for more than one song.

“You madddeee itttt!” A tipsy Julie said as she leaned into my arms.

“You're drunk.” I state, trying to set my best friend upright on her feet.

She shakes her head furiously. “No, I swear to drunk I'm not God.”

“Whatever you say, Jules.” I roll my eyes. She always was a light weight.

“I'll take her from here.” Ben says, taking her into his arms.

I sigh. “Bless you.”

Ben has been dating Julie for the past two years. They were the cutest couple, even though they were polar opposites. Whereas he was sweet and quiet, she was loud and outgoing. After being assigned partners in Chemistry, they definitely discovered that they had some chemistry.

With some of the shit Julie pulls, Ben has to be a saint. It's not like she's cheated on him. She just hasn't really controlled the things that she says. Some of the things she says almost always end up offending someone one way or another.

“What are they doing here?” someone asked in disgust.

I turn to see a bunch of Southsiders standing in the entrance way. Each of them wore a leather jacket that hardly did anything to hide their tattoos. All of them were sporting a red bandana one way or another. Not a single one of them looked happy to be here.

“Who invited them?” I whisper to TJ.

He shrugs. “They are apart of our school, Jess. They might as well come to parties as well.”

“Whatever.” I mumble.

Southsiders made me feel uncomfortable. I wasn't the only one. Half of the party- the more sober half- were bouncing on the balls of their feet, unsure of whether they should run or continue to party.

Carlos Ramirez was the first to make a move. He walked in to join the rest of us in the living room. At 6'4 he was practically a giant as he glared down at us. His dark eyes glanced over the crowd, inspecting everyone in the room.

Rumors were that he was leader of the Southsiders. With his cruel remarks and icy glares you would believe that he was the spawn of the devil. No matter how hateful he was, he was still always handsome. There was no way that you could deny that he was attractive. His dark hair swished away from his chiseled face. Hard packed muscled surrounded him, but not in a bulky way.

Turning on my heels, I made my way to go get my first drink of the night. If I was going to continue this party I would need a little bit of a buzz going on. I wasn't going to be drinking too much. I liked to stay in control of my actions. Just enough to loosen up the mood was all I needed.

“What do you want to drink?” Sandy, one of the school's nerds, asks me.

“Vodka please.” I offered him up a sweet smile. I turn around to see if what was going on.

Carlos, as well as some other Southsiders, had now begun to grind with random girls. The moans coming from the girls were almost as loud as the music. My nose wrinkled in disgust. Some girls have no dignity left.

“Here you go, Jessica.” Sandy says to get my attention, handing me my drink.

“Thank you so much.” I tell him, taking my first sip.

As I made my way out of the kitchen, a few people had started to play beer pong. To my surprise there was a Southsider playing as well. By the looks of it, he was winning too.

Slowly but surely, everything was becoming a blur. I didn't remember what was happening. I didn't even drink enough to make me this tipsy. Soon everything became black.